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you try you
Instead of asking niggas why you
And that's whatever it apply to
But what do I know that's just my view
Gotta pay the cost to beat the boss

this bitch bro
And by my guess
I'll be popping by 2025
You know I been waiting just to drop The Ride
On your fucking lives
But not yet though cause
South

And my wrist on beam
I might have to make a scene
Yah
I have not got in a Rolls Royce
I pray to God at the gun points
Saying gimme my shot, I’ma run courts

the booth, I've got news
My lyrics surely prove I've got a high IQ
And if the news is fake, I better check my whole reality
Coz if I don't I'm a lose my future

checks I mean no flex 
But I'm blessed in a musically relevant autonomy and through what I do 
Get platinum plaques 
And I pledge my part 
In being mapped

just a gangsta,that's what you thinkin'
You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln
You see my tattoos, you figure why bother?
Really I'm an artist

Got some static for some niggas on
The other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us
Motherfuckin thug niggas?

of the ching
My life a movie catch a scene
And I'm bout action nigga
Money over everything
Get it by any means
Pants sagging cus all the cash
That's up in these

my heart
They took their turns
Kicking me while I was down
But ultimately that's what got me to Start AH
Thinking way back in the day
Momma she

could lend my B-ball IQ to his growing game
Same goes for my bro who started 9th grade (oh, yeah)
Feels good hittin' the stage, with all our beats

note
And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And wanna be the one on my team

you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And wanna be the one on my team (tell me, would you?)
See, what's the point of waiting

full of turkey stew
So that's where we're sending you

Crazy creek is a nice place
It's just not my style
You've got the IQ of a shoelace
You might wanna

this look easy ain't as easy as it look
And this beat stook in my head it got me singing on the hook
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it

Criterianaire
Tougher than your mom's pussy hair
My criteria compared
To you niggas
Don't even compare
To my IQ
But I'm protect my peace
So ima keep it Vakü 

Cuz

their part
Covering up what they did in the dark
I should be keeping the blood in my heart so I

Stick to my bright ideas
High IQ I quit
Believing I know

Midsummer Night's Dream?
What's my scene?
What's my scene?
what's my scene?
tell me wat's my scene

Like a talent scout
I'm always checking out new blood
Oh,

will pass a fist  
My rhymes will split must be a glass I spit

I’m mgk but you say im losing aye
I could make 50K just by moving aye
I might be

I've been MIA - low-key
Going my own way, slowly
And surely, I know that the road 
Ahead I must embrace by my lonely
See, this is all I'm doing

My favorite scenes
There on my mind all day and day
I press replay
Those lovely screams
And I just hope you'll like my climax
Frame by frame
We'd run

confronted, what were you saying now?
I'm pulling up on the scene, run it up on a day to day basis
While motherfuckers be scoping out on the scene
They just

their heads like air
I'll find your place and no debating
I will totally put you there
I have been strengthened I do what takes
Fueled by the rage that

boyish good looks and a supreme IQ
But then the bills still due
The tanks on E
I been knocked down
Tripped by my on to feet
Im too hungry sleep
Im too

the scene is bloody
Please send the budget cause I want a mansion
And if you ain't paying then my name you shouldn't mention
Cause I know I'm great and that I